Celene's Farewell Panty Party

Some of us wore our panties last night....some of did not, or never do, for that matter.

Some of us had dollar bills shoved into our bosoms....and some of us shoved our tongues into any number of openings.

That's just a way we say goodbye to old friends and hello to new reasons to go get that penicillin bottle refilled.

True to form, an Angry Black Bitch got drunk and I got frisky.

It was my job to determine who was naughty and who was nice, after all. And a particular naughty bald-headed twenty-five year old was real, real nice..... But given that that is my life, and given that I'm prone to find a Dolly Parton song in every encounter, let me just say this:

He was fine and dandy -- Lord I found a hard, handy X-Mess.

After a bit of harmless fun up at the night club, I sent him back home to whomever it was he wanted to cheat on last night,

I may be many things, but I don't have much of a hankerin' for carrying on with some fella that could have a pissed off husband (or wife) at home. My Santa suit ain't made outta Kevlar, honey.

It was a silly-ass night out with some dear friends, truth be told. It's just that after next weekend, one of those friends is not gonna be around...not here at least.

Good luck, Celene!

We'll miss you.